Chapter 2: The 17th Precinct
Back at the station, I was hanging out with Bo. Bo's not his real name, but more of a nickname I guess. His real name is Daniel Dollis. Bo is a father figure to me. He teaches me everything I need to know about being a cop. His son, Ben was also here. He was sitting with Kunihiko. Kunihiko Maeda was a good man, a little weird, but still a good man. Basically, the whole force was like family.
I took another sip out of the can. "This stuff sucks, Bo." We both laughed. It was some sort of iced coffee that Bo had told me to drink. I heard Ben and Kunihiko having a ball at his laptop. Ever since Kunihiko showed the force about the kind of things he knew, they immediately took him on the force as some sort of forensics/detective kind of man. I shook my head at the thought of detective. For goodness sakes, the man is a scientist.
I put the can down and smiled at Bo. "I'll be back. I have to use the bathroom." Not that he or anyone else would care, but I had to tell him where I was just in case something came up. I strolled casually down the tiled hall and pushed the honey colored door open. It smelled in there, horribly. I cringed and went into one of the open stalls.
One of the other officers was in there too, and she said something to me. "Aya, is that you?" I looked over, even though there was a wall barricading my view.
"Yes, it's me." The officer stood silent. I heard a flush and the lock on the door unlatching.
"Aya, I heard about your melee with that monster. Who would have thought, one of our own, fending off a monstrous figure. And a rookie at that! Congrats." She acted as if I were a hero, saving everyone's hides.
"Thanks, it." I stopped myself from saying 'It was nothing'. It WAS something. I didn't want to sound too smug about it. No one likes a stuck up person. "It was my duty." I walked out of the stall and to the sink next to her. It was an officer named Daila. She had this color of hair that seemed warm, almost like a cherry color.
"Well, I'll see you around, Aya." She shook her hands dry and left the bathroom. After she did, I noticed that there was a small object next to the trashcan. I picked it up, and examined it. Maybe Bo would know what it is. I quickly washed my hands (with soap, mind you) and walked out.
Chapter 3: Mysterious Objects and Memories
Bo held the small coin-like object up to his face. "This is something.odd." We both sat at a small lab table. One of the assistants stood by to get the object for testing. "Where did you find this, Aya?" I chuckled. I don't know why, but sometimes when he talks he has this weird tone.
"In the bathroom next to the waste bin." I walked around the table. "Do you think it's something important? What about money?" He peered up at me. I was now leaning on the table, both my elbows rested on the Formica top.
"What about money?" He didn't get what I meant.
"I mean, is it currency? Like something from overseas?" He put the circular item down.
"Doesn't look like it." I was tired. I sat down with a sigh. He knew I was tired, so he sent me home.
I opened the door to my apartment, and just before I could go in, someone grabbed me by the shoulder. I gasped, and the voice with the hand spoke to me. "Well, what a surprise." I recognized the voice. It was my "boyfriend". For some reason, it all hit me again.
Christmas Eve.New York, Carnegie Hall.
Chapter 3, Part 2: The Night "She" Awoke
The door to the sedan flung open and a hand reached inside for mine. "Thanks for coming with me." I groaned just loud enough so he wouldn't hear me. I stepped out of the car. Tonight we were going to go watch an opera. The main star, Melissa Pearce, was supposed to be a wonderful opera singer. I read somewhere that she was an ill woman, but despite that, she perseveres to make her dream cone true. Now that's what I call a badass chick.
I took his hand and we went in. Something didn't feel right. Everyone had taken his or her seat within ten minutes, and then the show started. I wasn't the one to actually watch and listen operas, but my date had begged me to go, and it was getting pretty pathetic.
The show went smoothly, and now it was Melissa's solo. I sat up attentively. She raised her hands and hit a high note.but something was wrong. The top curtains caught fire, and before you knew it, the place was falling apart. The people, scared as hell, were rushing to get out, a few of them falling. But something was wrong about this scene. Melissa wasn't moving, she just kept singing as if nothing were happening, and the people.some of the audience members caught on fire, and burned so bad, that their bodies were as black as charcoal.
As a cop, I had to do something while all these other people ran around screaming bloody murder. I jumped over a row of seats, and hid myself. My date came back for me. "Just go, I'll be okay!" I had my pistol in my hand and when most of the people were gone, I rose and ran toward Melissa. But she looked different. Her body transformed before my eyes. That was then she told me about the Mitochondria I had in my body.
Chapter 3, Part 3: Back in the Present
"Hey, hey Aya, are you okay??" He patted my cheek. I opened my eyes to see that I was in my apartment, on the couch. He sat on his knees in front of me. "Hey, there.are you okay? I didn't scare you did I?" I sat up and looked at him.
"I'm fine." I put a hand to my forehead. "What are you doing here?" He stood up and brushed his pants off.
"Can't I visit a fine lady like you sometimes?" I laughed loudly. I didn't mean to, but you know, I couldn't help it. "What?" He sounded a little offended.
"I'm sorry," I laughed again. "It's just." I couldn't control myself. Was I drunk or something?
"Well, no matter, I have to get to work. Say, Aya?" He was going to ask me on a date.watch. I looked at him; the laughing was muted.
"What?" He smiled. Here it comes. I wanted to cringe my face and say 'eww' before he could ask, but that would be rude and childish.
"What are you doing tonight around 7:30?" Yes.just as I expected. I smiled.
"I have to get back to the station. We're doing an-" He chimed in with me, with a somewhat sad voice.
"An investigation. Aya, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to avoid me." He had this look on his face that would make ANYONE feel bad. I bit my lip and decided to ask HIM out instead.
"I know, look how about tomorrow night?" His straight mouth turned into a grin.
"See you then." Heh, what an answer; oh well, I need sleep.
Back at the station, I was hanging out with Bo. Bo's not his real name, but more of a nickname I guess. His real name is Daniel Dollis. Bo is a father figure to me. He teaches me everything I need to know about being a cop. His son, Ben was also here. He was sitting with Kunihiko. Kunihiko Maeda was a good man, a little weird, but still a good man. Basically, the whole force was like family.
I took another sip out of the can. "This stuff sucks, Bo." We both laughed. It was some sort of iced coffee that Bo had told me to drink. I heard Ben and Kunihiko having a ball at his laptop. Ever since Kunihiko showed the force about the kind of things he knew, they immediately took him on the force as some sort of forensics/detective kind of man. I shook my head at the thought of detective. For goodness sakes, the man is a scientist.
I put the can down and smiled at Bo. "I'll be back. I have to use the bathroom." Not that he or anyone else would care, but I had to tell him where I was just in case something came up. I strolled casually down the tiled hall and pushed the honey colored door open. It smelled in there, horribly. I cringed and went into one of the open stalls.
One of the other officers was in there too, and she said something to me. "Aya, is that you?" I looked over, even though there was a wall barricading my view.
"Yes, it's me." The officer stood silent. I heard a flush and the lock on the door unlatching.
"Aya, I heard about your melee with that monster. Who would have thought, one of our own, fending off a monstrous figure. And a rookie at that! Congrats." She acted as if I were a hero, saving everyone's hides.
"Thanks, it." I stopped myself from saying 'It was nothing'. It WAS something. I didn't want to sound too smug about it. No one likes a stuck up person. "It was my duty." I walked out of the stall and to the sink next to her. It was an officer named Daila. She had this color of hair that seemed warm, almost like a cherry color.
"Well, I'll see you around, Aya." She shook her hands dry and left the bathroom. After she did, I noticed that there was a small object next to the trashcan. I picked it up, and examined it. Maybe Bo would know what it is. I quickly washed my hands (with soap, mind you) and walked out.
Chapter 3: Mysterious Objects and Memories
Bo held the small coin-like object up to his face. "This is something.odd." We both sat at a small lab table. One of the assistants stood by to get the object for testing. "Where did you find this, Aya?" I chuckled. I don't know why, but sometimes when he talks he has this weird tone.
"In the bathroom next to the waste bin." I walked around the table. "Do you think it's something important? What about money?" He peered up at me. I was now leaning on the table, both my elbows rested on the Formica top.
"What about money?" He didn't get what I meant.
"I mean, is it currency? Like something from overseas?" He put the circular item down.
"Doesn't look like it." I was tired. I sat down with a sigh. He knew I was tired, so he sent me home.
I opened the door to my apartment, and just before I could go in, someone grabbed me by the shoulder. I gasped, and the voice with the hand spoke to me. "Well, what a surprise." I recognized the voice. It was my "boyfriend". For some reason, it all hit me again.
Christmas Eve.New York, Carnegie Hall.
Chapter 3, Part 2: The Night "She" Awoke
The door to the sedan flung open and a hand reached inside for mine. "Thanks for coming with me." I groaned just loud enough so he wouldn't hear me. I stepped out of the car. Tonight we were going to go watch an opera. The main star, Melissa Pearce, was supposed to be a wonderful opera singer. I read somewhere that she was an ill woman, but despite that, she perseveres to make her dream cone true. Now that's what I call a badass chick.
I took his hand and we went in. Something didn't feel right. Everyone had taken his or her seat within ten minutes, and then the show started. I wasn't the one to actually watch and listen operas, but my date had begged me to go, and it was getting pretty pathetic.
The show went smoothly, and now it was Melissa's solo. I sat up attentively. She raised her hands and hit a high note.but something was wrong. The top curtains caught fire, and before you knew it, the place was falling apart. The people, scared as hell, were rushing to get out, a few of them falling. But something was wrong about this scene. Melissa wasn't moving, she just kept singing as if nothing were happening, and the people.some of the audience members caught on fire, and burned so bad, that their bodies were as black as charcoal.
As a cop, I had to do something while all these other people ran around screaming bloody murder. I jumped over a row of seats, and hid myself. My date came back for me. "Just go, I'll be okay!" I had my pistol in my hand and when most of the people were gone, I rose and ran toward Melissa. But she looked different. Her body transformed before my eyes. That was then she told me about the Mitochondria I had in my body.
Chapter 3, Part 3: Back in the Present
"Hey, hey Aya, are you okay??" He patted my cheek. I opened my eyes to see that I was in my apartment, on the couch. He sat on his knees in front of me. "Hey, there.are you okay? I didn't scare you did I?" I sat up and looked at him.
"I'm fine." I put a hand to my forehead. "What are you doing here?" He stood up and brushed his pants off.
"Can't I visit a fine lady like you sometimes?" I laughed loudly. I didn't mean to, but you know, I couldn't help it. "What?" He sounded a little offended.
"I'm sorry," I laughed again. "It's just." I couldn't control myself. Was I drunk or something?
"Well, no matter, I have to get to work. Say, Aya?" He was going to ask me on a date.watch. I looked at him; the laughing was muted.
"What?" He smiled. Here it comes. I wanted to cringe my face and say 'eww' before he could ask, but that would be rude and childish.
"What are you doing tonight around 7:30?" Yes.just as I expected. I smiled.
"I have to get back to the station. We're doing an-" He chimed in with me, with a somewhat sad voice.
"An investigation. Aya, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to avoid me." He had this look on his face that would make ANYONE feel bad. I bit my lip and decided to ask HIM out instead.
"I know, look how about tomorrow night?" His straight mouth turned into a grin.
"See you then." Heh, what an answer; oh well, I need sleep.
